Post by oldskool on Aug 29, 2010 20:49:01 GMT
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After the match, me and Hibby met up with Reesh and Co and started to walk back to the station. I spotted a Morrisons so we nipped in there to get some `refreshments` for the journey home while the others carried on.
100 yards or so from the station i looked at the time and noticed we had a spare 25 mins for a swift un so we went into the pub called Idols where i was met with the words "And you can fook off" from this burly bloke around the same age as me dressed in all the Hoolie gear with his 20+year old mates arguing with Reesh and Co. Straightaway i said to Hibby "don`t order any drinks , if it starts we`ve got to pile in as well".After 10 minutes or so the shouting went silent as i noticed Burly Bloke and his mates had gone, Reesh said "We`l see you at the station" to me while we finished our drinks which i said not to buy. After Reesh and Co went, Burly Bloke came back in with some more troops and sat directly behind us in an empty pub, Reesh phoned me up and told us to " get the fook out of there" I told him i had noticed the current situation and to keep an eye out for us whilst being well aware that Burly Bloke was listening to my every word. We walked out with our Morrison`s bags clacking in rhythm only to be greeted with 30 odd fellas outside the station. The words "Fook Me, out of the frying pan ,into the fookin fire" entered my mind until i saw a face who i recognised and then another one and that we were in safe waters...or so we thought.
We were on the platform when I heard some shouting and bawling and then an Owl shouted" 2 Wednesdayites have been knocked out stone cold outside" i looked around for Hibby, i couldn`t see him so i dropped my bags and ran straight out when i saw 1 Policeman doing his best for a middle aged man who was covered in blood and another one who was also out cold, i knelt down beside him and the OB asked me to press an emergency button on his Transmitter as his gloved hands were covered in blood , which i did. I then took the man`s head gently off the road in my hands and started to talk quietly to him because i noticed he was bleeding from the ears and that`s a sign of a fractured skull but i wasn`t sure if the blood had just settled there. The stressed out Policeman yelled at me that my hands were covered in blood "Bollocks to the blood, the lad needs some luv" was my reply . Police reinforcements eventually came saying `They`l take care of the situation now"along with the shout that our train was here so i had to leave the lad.
Hibby got off at Edinburgh and on the train back to Dundee on my own it sunk in what had actually happened and i phoned Beastie to get it off my chest, when i logged onto Facebook this morning i found out how serious it was and now i can`t get the lad out of my mind, when he makes a full recovery the weight of the world will be taken from my shoulders until then.... our hopes/prayers will be with Sid.
After the match, me and Hibby met up with Reesh and Co and started to walk back to the station. I spotted a Morrisons so we nipped in there to get some `refreshments` for the journey home while the others carried on.
100 yards or so from the station i looked at the time and noticed we had a spare 25 mins for a swift un so we went into the pub called Idols where i was met with the words "And you can fook off" from this burly bloke around the same age as me dressed in all the Hoolie gear with his 20+year old mates arguing with Reesh and Co. Straightaway i said to Hibby "don`t order any drinks , if it starts we`ve got to pile in as well".After 10 minutes or so the shouting went silent as i noticed Burly Bloke and his mates had gone, Reesh said "We`l see you at the station" to me while we finished our drinks which i said not to buy. After Reesh and Co went, Burly Bloke came back in with some more troops and sat directly behind us in an empty pub, Reesh phoned me up and told us to " get the fook out of there" I told him i had noticed the current situation and to keep an eye out for us whilst being well aware that Burly Bloke was listening to my every word. We walked out with our Morrison`s bags clacking in rhythm only to be greeted with 30 odd fellas outside the station. The words "Fook Me, out of the frying pan ,into the fookin fire" entered my mind until i saw a face who i recognised and then another one and that we were in safe waters...or so we thought.
We were on the platform when I heard some shouting and bawling and then an Owl shouted" 2 Wednesdayites have been knocked out stone cold outside" i looked around for Hibby, i couldn`t see him so i dropped my bags and ran straight out when i saw 1 Policeman doing his best for a middle aged man who was covered in blood and another one who was also out cold, i knelt down beside him and the OB asked me to press an emergency button on his Transmitter as his gloved hands were covered in blood , which i did. I then took the man`s head gently off the road in my hands and started to talk quietly to him because i noticed he was bleeding from the ears and that`s a sign of a fractured skull but i wasn`t sure if the blood had just settled there. The stressed out Policeman yelled at me that my hands were covered in blood "Bollocks to the blood, the lad needs some luv" was my reply . Police reinforcements eventually came saying `They`l take care of the situation now"along with the shout that our train was here so i had to leave the lad.
Hibby got off at Edinburgh and on the train back to Dundee on my own it sunk in what had actually happened and i phoned Beastie to get it off my chest, when i logged onto Facebook this morning i found out how serious it was and now i can`t get the lad out of my mind, when he makes a full recovery the weight of the world will be taken from my shoulders until then.... our hopes/prayers will be with Sid.
